Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 16:01:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Sailor and the Sergeant 2

The Sailor and the Sergeant 2 - By Gruntraq

"Now, don't let us have to come back here because
next time it is a jail cell if you know what I mean."
Sgt Ramos told the Sailor that he and his "A-Team,"
had just given an attitude adjustment to.

The Sailor feeling a bit sore and completely
humiliated made his way toward the entrance of the bar
for what was the end of the night for he and his Navy
buddies. After what Ramos and his officers had just
introduced Sailor to, he probably was not going to be
in the mood to go find pussy tonight let alone hang
out here. Moreover, he was going to have to swallow a
pretty big load, trying to make up a good story to
tell his buddies what the cops had in store for him.

Ramos and Jacks called in on their radio and closed
out the call. As they were getting ready to leave,
Ritchie approached their cruiser. He had been the
victim of Sailor's violent outburst earlier in the
evening and wanted to know what was happening. "Did
you arrest the guy", he asked. Ramos and Jacks
exchanged looks for a moment before Ramos answered,
"Ritchie, we impressed him such that he wont be giving
you any trouble again". Ritchie looked pensively at
Sgt. Ramos who he had known for some time and knew
what he meant. Ritchie was a local street hustler of
sorts who hung out at the local bar and played pool a
lot. He had a day job, but did well sucking and
fucking many of the local guys who were regulars as
well as the occasional tourist. He was a cut boyish
Gen Y guy with a long blonde bohemian Goatee and long
sideburns. He had several earrings and as Ramos knew
well, had a pretty well sized pierced cock for a kid
all of 165 lbs. He was kind of a streetwise surfer boy
type who had been an ally of Ramos and his A-Team
helping them both as an informant and an occasional
sexual release . "Well guys it`s much appreciated, you
know", Ritchie told them. "Call me sometime and I'll
return the favor". Sgt. Ramos shot him an
acknowledging glance as he and Jacks got in their
cruiser and proceeded to drive away.

Feeling confident about the situation, Ritchie decided
to go back into the bar and find a mark before it got
too late.

"So where the fuck have you been Chad? What happened
with the cops", one of the Sailor's buddies asked as
he apprehensively walked back into the bar. Chad
walked past them in a beeline to the bathroom where he
felt an overwhelming need to have a seat on a toilet
and wash himself up. "Chad!, Chad!" Waving his hand at
them, "I'll be right back, I gotta piss" he quipped as
he walked by. He was sure his buddies were going to
know what happened, he had to make sure he was cleaned
up.  Looking at each other quizzically his two pals
turned back around to the Basketball game they had
been glued to. His heart was still pounding as he
washed his hands and face over and over, splashing
himself with cold water. "What the fuck happened to
me", he thought to himself. He looked himself in the
mirror for a minute, examining himself to see if he
looked like a fag now that he had been bitch fucked by
five men. Still washing handful after handful of water
in his mouth, he could not get rid of their taste.
They would surely know he thought to himself.

Ritchie had made his way back to the dimly lit corner
of the bar where the pool table was and grabbed a cue.
His friends were still in the back working on a
pitcher of Samuel Adams, so he hit a chair and grabbed
a glass. He scanned the room for Sailor and his
buddies, but only saw the two guys that had hung back
to begin with, watching TV. He relaxed his grip on the
cue a bit and got back to checking out the room for
someone to hook up with. The Red Baron was one of
those quiet neighborhood places in the back of a strip
center that mostly attracted the guys who lived in the
immediate area. Not really fancy, the place's namesake
was a red bi-plane crashed into the roof out front. It
was the perfect place for Ritchie to play his game. He
would usually strike up a round of pool with a guy and
even gamble a little on the games, have a few beers
and at the right point, offer his new friend some
relief. He had a knack at cracking a lot of the local
married guys who frequented the bar and singles alike.
He had a way of getting into their pants and getting a
little cash from them at the same time. He had a
string of regulars too who would pay him for his time
with anything from a couple $20 spots, to a few twists
of good green. He was negotiable.

It seemed like ten minutes had gone by since Chad took
off to piss. Brandon looked at his watch and made a
gesture to Steve toward the restroom. "I'll go check",
Steve said and headed off to the head to see where
Chad got lost to. Pushing the door open to the
restroom, he found Chad wiping his face down with a
paper towel and hunching over the sink. He looked
rough. "What happened out there bro", Steve asked.
"What's going on". Chad looked at him with a somewhat
lost look and paused as if trying to contemplate.
"Dude! What's up! You obviously didn't get arrested.
What happened?" Steve prodded. "Nothing really", Chad
offered hoping to sound convincing. "They just called
in my ID and waited to see if anything came back. You
know, warrants and stuff like that". "What did they
say to you", Steve demanded. "Nothing really. Just you
know, leave the guy alone and don't cause trouble".
"Well you look pretty shook up man, lets get you
another beer", Steve offered as he motioned toward the
door. "Uhh, okay but I think I want to get out of here
 ok", Chad replied.

Returning to the bar, Chad shuddered as his burning
asshole seemed to crack open when he saddled up to the
bar. Steve made a round-D-round motion to the
bartender. "You guys want another set of Bud Lights?"
the bartender replied. Steve started to answer but
Chad awkwardly interrupted, "Jack Daniels!,... Jack
Daniels, two shots of Jack Daniels" he blurted again.
Steve and Brandon paused and looked at Chad for a
second. "Boy, you're on a mission now huh?", Brandon
asked. "I need something stronger than Bud Light right
now" Chad barked back and hung his head in his hands.
The bartender stood there with a furrowed brow and
warned, "Alright Sailor, but you netter behave now.
One more outburst like a while ago and I'm calling the
cops again." Chad winced at the suggestion and nodded
to the barkeep.

Sailor's return to the bar did not go unnoticed by
Ritchie. His eye still swollen a little from the Navy
GI`s fist, he watched Sailor and his pals order
another round. Knowing he was probably safe from a
reprisal, he began remembering how fucking sexy the
guy looked. He imagined the muscular tight frame of
the 6'-2" Navy stud without the dress whites on. When
he first walked into the bar earlier in the night, he
had popped out of the crowd from across the room with
his cleanly sculpted buzz-cut and thick square neck
and jaw line. His bravado attitude that was so
alluring seemed to be replaced by a sullen need to
disappear into the room. He thought that he had come
on a little too strong earlier when they were playing
pool. "If I hadn't hit on him when his buddies were
able to see it" he thought "Fuck!". His timing was off
he had thought. He believed that the hot Sailor would
have been receptive in the right alignment of
circumstances. In the past his experience was that the
Navy guys were pretty receptive to anyone who was
willing to suck their cock. Ritchie turned away and
tried to keep his eye on new prospects.

After another three conversation less rounds of Jack
Daniels shots, Chad and the boys were getting pretty
trashed as they were already half way there before the
cop incident. Chad had lost his nervous urge to bolt
from the place, but wasn't talking much to his pals.
He just kept ordering one shot after another and
staring at the TV. "Dude, I'm bored as fuck" Steve
bluntly announced looking at his watch. "This is a
waste tonight. We got one more day out here and I want
to do some shit tomorrow without being hella hungover.
" Brandon nodded, "Yeah I'm fucked up too, we aint
gonna get no pussy tonight I don't think, cuz Chaddy
here is in a bad mood now that the cops spanked him".
"Fuck you guys!" Chad retorted. "If your bored go back
to the motel, I'll catch up later. I'm just starting
to feel good." Steve and Brandon paused disappointedly
and both got up to leave. "You got it, you are no fun
tonight anyway bro. See you later", Brad said as they
departed.

He couldn't shake the taste the five men out of his
mouth, no matter how much he tried. The whiskey killed
it for a couple minutes, but the aftertaste came back.
His mind kept racing back to what had happened. He
could not get it out of his mind. Chad ordered another
shot of Jack Daniels, but the bartender pushed back.
"Why don't you have a beer instead man", the barkeep
offered. "You need to slow down a little and smell the
roses." Chad pondered his suggestion and asked, "Got
something better than Bud Light?' The bartender turned
away and came back a moment later with a glass
Guinness and said "This is one me, you look like you
need a breather". Chad took a long sip of the dark
beer and sat it down. "How is that?" the bartender
asked. "Good I think", Chad replied. Leaning back on
the stool, another pang of sharp burning pain shot
through him from between his ass cheeks causing him to
jolt. Feeling pretty demoralized and remorseful, Chad
looked up at the bartender and offered, "I'm sorry for
causing the fight earlier tonight, I didn't mean to
cause you all trouble here". The bartender was cool
about it as all of them are. "No worries. You just
gotta remember where you are man. This is the city by
the bay. There are more guys here who want a piece of
your meat than there are women," he advised. "You
gotta go with the flow or let it slide here man."
Rubbing his forehead Chad agreed, "Yeah, I guess you
`re right. Again, I am sorry about hitting that guy".
Barkeep looked across the room at Ritchie fleetingly.
"Well, that is fine, but if you really want  to make
good, you can apologize to that guy right over there",
he said pointing his finger to the pool table area.

Ritchie watched as Sailor's friends left and the
bartender continued hanging in conversation with him.
When he saw his roommate Dave point to him and the
Sailors head turned around to look he froze.

Continued in Sergeant and the Sailor 3